Grains - Hope Drone

Void, nothing beyond but the past

Unredeemable, the embrace of time

Wither and grey

We gaze at long dead stars and the gulf is indifferent to our isolation

The grains of our being, carried away by the passage of time

Every moment is forever, buried and building

No breath can be redeemed

Present and future exists in unredeemable past

Future is forfeit

Buried by the past

Void, nothing beyond but the past

Unredeemable, the embrace of time

Wither and grey

Condemned to stare into the past

Condemned to become the past